What happens to the person we loved when the body it was encased in dies is totally unknown. When we sit or engage with those we love, we never raise the question who this person is, can we catch him or her in the hands we are holding, the cheeks we are kissing? Is the person the same as the body or separate? We never raise the question but just assume that the mind and the body will forever remain united, are inseparable. When we have to let the body go, it may be hard to concede that the spirit that shone through that body has also been destroyed to nothingness. There is no compelling reason to believe that either. Knowing that our senses and intellectual tools do not define the the limits of existence, it is logical to remain a disbeliever in the nihilistic perception of death. It is quite scientific to affirm: I don't know. If something cannot become nothing but just changes configuration of the basic building blocks, then neither the body nor the spirit that we loved can be totally reduced to nothingness. If scientists or philosophers can be agnostics in the spiritual domain they can allow agnostics in matters relating to life after death. No one has to say: I know. In fact, the "I don't know" is the only honest answer, in keeping with Socrates's confession: The only thing I know is how little I know. This also falls in line with Kant's comment that the Thing-in-itself is unknown & unknowable. We just know it is there.